Sunday, April 27, 2008
Posted by hannahshirley at 11:23 PM
Dear Dani & Keith,
Posted by hannahshirley at 12:28 AM
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
After arriving home, we discovered a dead, baby octopus on our staircase. I was convinced that it was a sticky, stretchy 50-arcade-tickets prize. Until I smelt it. Lorina, an avid seafood connoisseur, is frying little Octi for lunch today.
Posted by hannahshirley at 2:36 AM
Monday, April 21, 2008
Posted by hannahshirley at 11:51 PM
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Therefore, I determined that scrutinizing the wacky antics of my fellow students is the defining aspect of my college career.
It's a common misconception that BYU students are completly lame squares.
From first hand experience, I can attest that this assumption is 100% false. Some of the most bizzare, quirky people out there reside on this particular campus.
There's Cloak Boy, a freshman who stands outside the Joseph Smith Building inbetween classes belting out musicial renditions. Just recently, campus police issued him a citation for "disturbing the peace." As a direct violation of his First Amendment rights and after receing national attention, he has been granted approval to return to his post. After cloak boy's hiatus, I experienced pure elation when I heard his voice ringing through the air.
I've witnessed sword fights and juggling clowns. Gaggles of '80s dressed freshman girls. And boys decked in Sponge Bob costumes. Lest we forget, Drum Girl perched on a tree branch.
My favorite batch of individuals has to be the Medieval Club. They dress up in Renaissance dresses and sport beaded headpieces while role playing scenes from The Canterbury Tales & King Arthur legends underneath their glistening white tent.
There's even a BYU Facebook group acknowledging the medieval club member's weirdness titled, "Why am I still single when everyone in the Medieval Club has a lover?"
And it has over 150 members.
Posted by hannahshirley at 6:55 PM
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
In regards to my graphic image of the precious kitten posted on my previous post, Dani slyly suggested that I am evolving into a "cat lady."
Therefore, I feel it imperative to defend my decisions and also announce my commitment to embrace the unfortunate label.
As a young girl, I was unable to mother a kitten because of our apartment living circumstances. So, of course, it's all I ever wanted. Those of you who know me well can recall the passion I invest when sharing my story of the Papa John's kitty.
After spending many endless hours playing with the cats at my grandma's, those around me became suspicious that I might be allergic to cat hair. My cat owning history involves two characters: Sting, named after the British singer, and his literal wife, Trudy. By default, Sting came into my life when my mom was remarried to Mikey M. I could probably write a full-length story about that wretched cat & his healing powers. On my 13th birthday, Mike took me to the Animal Homeless Shelter where I selected my white-haired, blue-eyed kitten Trudy, despite my alleged allergies. Trudy turned out to be quite the vicious feline and was constantly growling because of her misconceptions that she was a dog. Supposedly, she ran away into the wild. Yet, I still firmly believe that my mother was the sole contributor to her death via our Chrysler mivivan.
With time, I developed a jaded, cynical view of these small carnivorous species. After years of despising them, I underwent a change of heart. Which I full-heartedly attribute to Loriana.
My 15 year old brother, Parker, always accuses me of becoming a "cat lady." In the past, this was usually followed with me screaming and slamming my door. Of course, when I perceive a "cat lady," the first image that arrives in my mind is the scene from the childhood classic, Harriet the Spy. Harriet's elderly bachelor neighbor collects cats, builds bird cages, and eats nothing but yogurt. I have an internal fear that with time, I might evolve a similar way of life. Therefore, I cling to the wise words of our former president, FDR, who once declared, " the only thing we have to fear is fear itself." Thank you, Franklin. With that said, I will continue to dream of kittens and sunflowers.
If I ever acquire an unlimited surplus of money, I do plan on hiring a prestigious scientist to breed a minature kitten. You know, a kitten that will never mature into a dingy, flee-riden cat. Why not? They do it with dogs.
Posted by hannahshirley at 12:26 AM
Monday, April 14, 2008
Posted by hannahshirley at 11:33 PM
Posted by hannahshirley at 12:26 AM